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Math Jones
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"Alas, the poet can only say so much. So very much." Leominster, Here(&Now)fordshire, UK. Posting random thoughts on poetry, on mythology, Paganism, Heathenry. Oh, and that also. https://linktr.ee/mathjones
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As it goes, this was my very first #alliterative poem, & it followed a year of not writing at all, as I disengaged the clutch & changed gear from end-rhyme to head-rhyme.

Then, as is said, 'word followed word'

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A lot of alliterative verse in here, an array of articles, & not one but two settings out of the skaldic Drottkvæt form

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The Fall issue features poems by Peter G. Epps, D.A. Cooper,
@jordanriverwrites.bsky.social Liz Kendall, Joshua Walker,
@frankcoffman.bsky.social, @dgplacenames.bsky.social,
@graywyvern.bsky.social, @mathjones.bsky.social, & Marcus Lindenberg, and articles by Rahul Gupta, myself, & Robert Rickard.
It's also the case that for many (especially search engines) my name evokes numbers, arithmetic, mathematics...

...though, growing up in south London, UK, we always called that, 'Maffs' 🙂
There's an Old English word also, pronounced the same: Mæþ

means, 'measure, degree, proportion; honour, respect & reverence; fitness, what is meet, right & proper; virtue & goodness'

Never used as part of a name, but were you to meet me, I hope you'd find it apt.

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'Math' is the name of a Welsh king, a wizard-prince of Gwynedd; Math ap Mathonwy, brother of the goddess, Don.

It is said to be a word for 'bear', which is apt for my size & shape.

I chose it as a Pagan name to honour that part of my heritage that is Welsh, British, Celtic.

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So you know they were there at the first & will be at the last, & then at the new first again.
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How do you write a goddess or god? In poetry or prose, how do you do it? So that they retain the intimacy of blood in your veins. So they go between like air into breath into air. So you see them there as tall as the sky, and you are too.

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Questioning's an OK place to be, even when it hurts, or is lonely, or is afraid. Plenty of illustrations in all traditions of such moments. Wishing you well.
We can all do it. We do all do it, living 'as if' money was a real thing, 'as if' death wasn't always near, 'as if' that person was better/not better than we..., 'as if' we were not surrounded by something ineffable that wants to answer us back.

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That 'as if...' was central to my Drama training. 'As if... you were drunk.' 'As if... you were in love.'

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You might call it 'faith', but with the connotations 'faith' has, it's something else. It borders imagination; it might be make-believe, the same thing, when acting on stage, that convinces me I'm 'fighting for my life'. Trust is part of it. Troth. Worth-ship...

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It feels a kind of projection, the talking to goddesses, gods, ghosts & others; a kind of talking 'as if' they will hear you. A sending out of self, to be met, somewhere, somehow, somewho. 'Cause at times you feel them answer back.

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Was?

I recognise this is a common way of speaking, but I'd be much happier personally if goddesses & gods are spoken of as 'is'. Freyja is strongly linked to cats. Clearly. That hasn't stopped. She hasn't stopped. She is still worshipped, & I'd be thankful if people respected that.
I'm really grateful to you for saying so. Thank you. I'm always glad to chat over these things, discuss questions. I surprise myself. & thank you taking the time to listen. That's very much appreciated too.
A fella here is saying that 'Ive' is a term for 'steep' - so 'Steep Street'? You'd figure it came from Old Norse, but I don't know the exact word it derived from.

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Ghostly Dungeons Of Ivegate & Imprisonment of John Nelson | Bradford
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There's a word in the OE verse, wræcna, which survives as wretch, & means 'friendless'. Thoughts of being in society are, as you say, definitely part of it.
Your thoughts remind me also of the warnings in Havamal, not to give too much in offerings & such.
I agree with this distinction - sense of feoh / fehu as that which you have plenty of... (based as it is on the generosity of earth, Jord, Gefn & others). I apply that feeling to the poetry I'm given, to share it freely.

Perhaps jokingly, I put gyfu as a law of thermodynamics 🙂
Just to mention, the verse quoted in Old English (Anglo-Saxon, same thing) is for the wyn rune, joy, not gyfu.

Also, feel the translation quoted is not the most accurate, skews it towards an attitude that may not be in the original.
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It's sometimes called 'head-rhyme', as opposed to the 'end-rhyme' we're used to.

I'm taken by how vital it is to some ancient poetics, inc. Welsh, Old English & Old Norse. As much as functional aid to memory as decoration.

I feel it takes us back to hearing & listening, to sound rather than sight.
So much is relative - here, the home of Hel, the place, the goddess, as the name suggests, is & will be hid. But when, or if, we walk silent over that bridge - as I hope there will be much revealed - if it is still so mysterious & masked, what will I make of that?
To say a goddess or god 'was' always jars with me.

Sure, she 'was' believed to be such & such. He 'was' worshipped by so & so.

But, for me now, a goddess, a god, always 'is'.

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My poem, 'Listen, he whispers' has been put forward by a friend towards the best of the net awards. Which I'm thrilled about.

It's deeply embedded in Norse myth & relates to existential moments we may all be subject to. Would love your thoughts.

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Listen, He Whispers, a poem in alliterative verse by Math Jones
Why is the thought , / Winging from the edge / Of the known-till-now, / Not a kind one, / But shudders through, / Shakes you awake, / Lands with an ice-flake, / Lends you worry ...
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